Chance The Rapper, Nate Fox, Lili K - Pusha Man/Paranoia lyrics

Ten damn days and all I got to show for
It is shoes and shows
And chauffeurs with road rage
Still the same damn ad-lib: IGH!, old ways
Still got a letterman, no practice
Still got a burner, man, no lacking
Still outtin' Jams nigga, no Jackson
No Jordan and we toe tagging
I'll take you to the land where
The lake made of sand
And the milk don't pour and
The honey don't dance
And the money ain't yours
Now it's just a red pill
Got a blue and a handful of Advils
I'm the new Nitty, fuck it, Nitty the old me
So I'ma tell the buyer what Nitty told me

I got that mmm, mmm, I got that goddamn
I'm your pusha man, I'm your
I'm your pusha man
Pimp slappin', toe taggin'
I'm just tryna fight the man
I'm your pusha man, I'm your
I'm your pusha man
I got that mmm, mmm, I got that goddamn
I'm your pusha man, I'm your
I'm your pusha man
Pimp slappin', toe taggin'
I'm just tryna fight the man
I'm your pusha man, I'm your
I'm your pusha man

You a laaaaaaaame
And your bitch break down my weed sometimes
See my face in the streets, in the tweets
And a Reader or a RedEye
If you read Sun Times
She got blisters on her knees
She's a fiend for the D
Even though I only beat one time
One time, it was one two times
It was two plus me equals threesome time
Shouts out to Nate, I jackball and I bop
I flex got neck from all these thots I sex
Rastafari them shottas, yes
House safari, mi casa, yes
Poppy fields of that popeye
She came to party, she popped a molly
Said, "Come to Papa", she said, "Papa, yes"

I got that mmm, mmm, I got that goddamn
I'm your pusha man, I'm your
I'm your pusha man
Pimp slappin', toe taggin'
I'm just tryna fight the man
I'm your pusha man, I'm your
I'm your pusha man
I got that mmm, mmm, I got that goddamn
I'm your pusha man, I'm your
I'm your pusha man
Pimp slappin', toe taggin'
I'm just tryna fight the man
I'm your pusha man, I'm your
I'm your pusha man

I've been riding around with my
Blunt on my lips
With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip
Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
But a lot of niggas dyin'
So my 9 with the shit's
I've been riding around with my
Blunt on my lips
With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip
Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
But a lot of niggas dyin'
So my 9 with the shit's

Move to the neighborhood I bet
They don't stay for good, watch
Somebody'll steal daddy's Rollie
Call it the neighborhood watch
Pray for a safer hood when my paper good
Watch
Captain Save-a-Hood, hood savior, baby boy
Still getting ID'd for Swishers
(Mama still wash my clothes)
Still with the Save Money militia
(I'ma still watch my bros)
Trapped in the middle of the map
With a little-bitty rock and a
Little bit of rap
That, with a literary knack
And a little shitty Mac
And like literally jack

I've been riding around with my
Blunt on my lips
With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip
Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
But a lot of niggas dyin'
So my 9 with the shit's
I've been riding around with my
Blunt on my lips
With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip
Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
But a lot of niggas dyin'
So my 9 with the shit's

They murking kids, they murder kids here
Why you think they don't talk about
It? They deserted us here
Where the fuck is Matt Lauer at?
Somebody get Katie Couric in here
Probably scared of all the refugees
Look like we had a fuckin' hurricane here
They'll be shooting whether it's dark or not
I mean, the days is pretty dark a lot
Down here, it's easier to find a gun
Than it is to find a fucking parking spot
No love for the opposition
Specifically a cop position
'Cause they've never been in our position
Getting violations from the
Nation, correlating, you dry snitchin'

I've been riding around with my
Blunt on my lips
With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip
Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
But a lot of niggas dyin'
So my 9 with the shit's
I've been riding around with my
Blunt on my lips
With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip
Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
But a lot of niggas dyin'
So my 9 with the shit's

I know you scared
You should ask us if we scared too
I know you scared me too i know you scared
You should ask us if we scared too
If you was there
Then we'd just knew you cared too

It just got warm out
This the shit I've been warned 'bout
I hope that it storm in the mornin'
I hope that it's pourin' out
I hate crowded beaches
I hate the sound of fireworks
And I ponder what's worse
Between knowing it's over and dyin' first
'Cause everybody dies in the summer
Wanna say your goodbyes
Tell them while it's spring
I heard everybody's dying in the summer
So pray to God for a little more spring

I know you scared
You should ask us if we scared too
If you was there
Then we'd just knew you cared too